Saturday. A bit uneven, but I'm guessing a decent enough night's sleep to awaken at just before six. OK, they were saying it would be sunny today and so I took my time getting ready to walk to breakfast to discover, in picking up the papers, it was raining. Raining, dark and nasty. Back to the apartment to pick up the car keys and drive.
The Eggs Benedict, country potatoes, fruit cup and coffee over the papers, finishing by eight-thirty, the rain having stopped for the moment and so the usual pictures and ride home to wrestle with the computer when it took way too long to boot and load programs, requiring two or three additional reboots before it was stable. Not sure what's going on there, but the now ancient techie in me worries.
The sun is starting to peek through now that it's ten-thirty and so I suspect we'll at least take a picture of the construction site up the way. I haven't taken a picture of it since I set out for Portland. Get in an almost walk, in other words, follow through on the endless string of promises that I'll one day start exercising.
Promises you've broken many times.
You never know if it might change. I certainly don't.
Later. A walk up the way to the construction site to find the gate I need to pass through to get a picture was locked. What I could see through the cloth covering on the fence indicated there hadn't been all that much done since the last time I'd taken a photograph anyway, although the view wasn't good enough to bet on it. Back to the apartment to contemplate another outing of more than the few steps I'd just taken.
A walk to the bottom of the hill opposite the lake to head on toward the Grand Lake theater, the head in something of a bubble, the vision off, but functional. Not the way you want to feel walking about in or out of a crowd.
A picture of three Wind scooters, the first of their kind I've seen, another of youngsters starting up three Bird scooters near the lake and then on for a shot of the Grand Lake marquee, the reason I'd used to get me out of the door when I'd seen another photo of it posted on Facebook. Home then to let the head clear.
You blaming the head and vision on the Eggs Benedict this morning?
Oh sure. Why not?
Evening. Nothing on television I really wanted to watch today other than a couple of episodes of Law and Order, Special Victims Unit I hadn't seen before and so to bed early, lights out just after nine, which means I'll probably awaken tomorrow well before six. Such is the life.